Once upon a time, my heart was smashed. That smash was the heaviest on of all time. That was so long ago...I wore blue and white...I held O'level textbooks...
Once upon a time, the usual morning sky on my way to school leaves me a feeling of "clear blue peace". Whenever I feel caught up with all the expectations coming from my parents, friends, or school teachers, I would look up to the morning sky before school and feel that everything's gonna be alright, because Someone is up holding the sky.
Once upon a time, even the morning sky didn't quite remind me of anything. I cried at the sight of it.
Once upon a time, I have many friends, but all of them did not bother about my "darkness"
Once upon a time, that 5 day camp with the most exciting activities, most caring instructor and the funniest people in my group didn't manage to strike a note in my deafened heart.
Once upon a time, the world was black and white. There were no other colours.
Once upon a time, the favourite songs that makes me high sounded pale to me.
Once upon a time, I began to pack my bag unwillingly and tell myself I must be ready to move out into the wild, because I simply have to.
The time has come. I have to relive that "once upon a time".
